Rainy day and I took Maya out—with a lot of prodding as she is skittish about water. I wanted to make sure she defecated because otherwise she has accidents in the house and she didn't go when she was out first thing this morning. Had that problem twice last week and I look at those as my fault for not giving her enough time to go. Maybe she needs to eat an earlier dinner and then she'll need to go in the morning.
Since we had also forgotten to take out the trash I hauled the two plastic barrels out front. When Maya heard the trash truck coming she wanted to investigate so I took her out. She didn't bark and was more intent on sniffing things. When the truck left, I picked up the lids and got the barrels ready to take out back and was looking down the street where the men were picking up other cans. Good thing I saw him coming. I'd have freaked if I'd turned around and been staring him in the face. I turned Maya toward our door and tried to head for it but he was there in the yard and Maya was turning to see him before I'd gotten but a couple of yards. She jumped back and then let out a bark. Both Maya and this charcoal gray great Dane went nose to nose, with Maya lowering, her tailing down and wagging.
The neighbor two houses down who owns the Dane was coming briskly up the street. The dogs continued to check each other out, and by the time the owner got to his dog I wasn't worried about them anyway. Maya wanted play with her new-found neighbor but I thought it best if I didn't encourage the Dane to come to our house—and besides it was raining.
Meche and her assistant, Gi, said they thought the Dane's name was "Goose."
Like the bird?
"Yeah, G-u-s ..."
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